Arctic Explorer

A Poem By Clare Marie // 9/10/2009

Someday, mother, I'll go North

I'll get me a pair

Of snowshoes

And skis

And that's the last

You'll see of me

I'll tell you what I'll do

When I get there

('Course I'll get there)

Do you think I'll run

Under that chilly

Midnight Sun?

Or maybe I'll just

Dig a tunnel

To Timbuktu

Or build an icy igloo

Maybe I'll find me

An Eskimo baby

Or a sled dog team

Perhaps I'll explore

And discover

A Northwest Pole

And be a Santa Claus

To the penguins?

Maybe I'll catch me

A Polar Bear

And skin it for my mother

Maybe I'll set sail on

An iceberg

And bring it home

To you

'Cause really, mother

Out of all the places to see

Home is really the best

Place to be.


Cool! I could see this being

Cool! I could see this being published in a children's magaine, Claire. Awesome job!

Heather | Fri, 09/11/2009

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

Aw, this was sweet! I love

Aw, this was sweet! I love it.

E | Fri, 09/11/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

 This was so sweet and fun.

 This was so sweet and fun.  Reminds me of me when I was little, planning an expedition to find Noah's ark...

Mary | Sat, 09/12/2009

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Thanks everyone, so much. :)

Thanks everyone, so much. :)

Clare Marie | Sat, 09/12/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]


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